The Ghost Inside My Chest

Something about him still haunted the walls of my insides.
He still wondered my endless corridors.
Pacing up and down my halls.
His fingertips ran along my cracked wallpaper
He sat on the heartbreak stained carpet and peeled pieces of me down
I laid curled into to a ball in the real world
Sobbing about a ghost in my chest tearing me apart
I was being haunted from the inside out.
There was no exorcism for this
No priest to call to rid myself of this phantom
Nothing to do but let him pull me apart layer by layer until there wasn't a god damn thing left of me.